I’m a salad dodger.

J’s Diary Entry 13 November 2001 I have a feeling of profound dissatisfaction with my life tonight.  Bored out of my brains  Wouldn’t mind drawing but no one will pose for photographs for me anymore.  Have eaten a proper dinner plus a large bag of chips and a box of BBQ Shapes.  Am getting fat – Heaven’s only knows why! – and hardly even seem … Continue reading I’m a salad dodger.

Time to get out of this marriage.

23 December 1996 Jack, there is so much I need to say to you. But you don’t, can’t, won’t listen, so I am writing it down for you. On Friday night the things you said were unforgivable, and our resulting behaviour in front of Brady was completely unacceptable. You broke my heart, and embarrassed yourself AGAIN. I have learnt that when you are drunk to … Continue reading Time to get out of this marriage.

The Australian Male’s Holy Trinity – Punt, Piss & Perve.

Friday, 13 December 1996 S, I spent this morning at the dentist.  Geez, terror really takes it out of you, eh?  I’m exhausted I really am, I could drop off to sleep right on my desk here.  Well, I could have twenty minutes ago before my coffee.  I shared a brew (lerrrve that coffee lingo) with Crystal. She does a Marketing Newsletter.  I never even … Continue reading The Australian Male’s Holy Trinity – Punt, Piss & Perve.

TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

Tuesday, 7 May 1996  8:40am My first full-on TV-less night.  And what a blessing.  I don’t think I’ll get the thing fixed, Sis.  I didn’t miss it at all.  And I actually cooked a meal.  A pastry dish.  It was my first filo recipe ever.  I know this is probably inane, but I get a kick out of cooking new dishes, makes me feel a … Continue reading TV is the great blight of my existence, and it must be excised from my life.

I have no rich spirituality with which to comfort myself, I need money. It’s the only religion I have.

J letter to S Monday, 6 November 1995  12:11 PM God crappy-crappy, fuck-fuck.  Shit mood Sis. Shit mood.  Wanna go home and crawl under my doona.  It’s one of those rainy days that are ripe for video watching and that’s about it.  I hate this job, I just can’t bring myself to look at these pages of proof anymore, it’s a bit of a concern … Continue reading I have no rich spirituality with which to comfort myself, I need money. It’s the only religion I have.

It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?

Friday, 22 September 1995  9:10AM Woke up late, feeling groggy, still do as a matter of fact. Read more of that Sartre last night, and it’s provoking some self-examination that I think I probably would’ve been better off without. I suppose I should explain – this book “The Age of Reason” is sort of filled with this feeling of expectancy, a hesitancy and fear of … Continue reading It’s as if I’m standing in the middle of life as a time-line, and I’m wondering which is more important to who I am? My future or my past?

Psychology is not the be-all and end-all.

J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 9 May 1995 “For those who live neither with religious consolations about death nor with a sense of death (or of anything else) as natural, death is the obscene mystery, the ultimate affront, the thing that cannot be controlled.  It can only be denied.  A large part of the popularity and persuasiveness of psychology comes from its being a sublimated spiritualism: … Continue reading Psychology is not the be-all and end-all.